"Anyway, with your current rebirth form, isn't it quite convenient to modify?"
She paused for a mont, a hint of hopeful reflection flashing across her glasses: "Of course, if there cos a day when you find yourself overwheld, I, as your teacher, am also capable of stepping in to assist."
Forget it, forget it!
I can handle it myself!
With such an enormous goal, Ji Jue wiped his sweat, feeling the pressure surge up, yet in his heart, there unexpectedly lingered a trace of anticipation and excitent.
To avoid becoming like the Ship of Theseus, where everything changes until nothing original remains, one must use everything they possess as material for sublimation.
During this process, elevate the mundane, purify its essence, extract the quintessence, and integrate the whole.
Be your own talent, be your own craftsman.
Transform this blank canvas of a rebirth form into a true Heavenly Artisan that's uniquely yours!
When the ti cos, the Autobots transform, and whether it's Phantom Warrior creating whoever he wishes or making anyone live vigorously, wouldn't that be wonderful?
"Alright, I won't harp on other matters, I'm leaving first." Ye Xian waved his hand, not intending to stay longer.
Ji Jue followed closely behind: "Teacher, is there anything else you wish to instruct on?"
"You have combined your workshop, so for your own business, you must learn to be your own master and not constantly think about considering others' preferences and ideas.
Make decisions yourself."
Ye Xian stood at the door, looking back at him one last ti, half-smiling: "As your teacher, I just hope that you won't get involved in any trouble you might cause soday.
I'll also try not to get you involved in anything.
If we can do that, we can indeed consider it mutually fulfilling."
With that, not waiting for Ji Jue's response, he waved his hand and turned away.
Leaving Ji Jue standing alone in front of the elevator.
Silence.
Was this a reminder for himself?
Perhaps, but perhaps he simply didn't care, or wouldn't mind if this disobedient student literally created so irreparable consequences, only to laugh at it slowly in hindsight.
Ji Jue sighed silently.
Turning, he walked toward the crystal array behind him, with the stars rising in the sky.
"Sir, the seventh phase of the project is ready." Isis inquired, "Shall we proceed?"
"Proceed."
Ji Jue smiled silently: "It's rare to bring in 'good friends' as partners to cover the expenses, so we can expand the scale a bit more without giving concessions, let's increase this output by a portion again."
"Understood, production flow adjustnt completed, it's initially estimated to increase by a third, and will be gradually improved and optimized over future ti."
The grand ocean of Spiritual Wisdom once again surged.
Strands of faint illusionary light rose from within, flowing with rcury towards distant locales, where countless robotic arms began processing in unison in another workshop...
Assembly line operation.
The Fly King taking shape once more.
In fact, Lou Feng's analysis of the Fly King was mostly correct, except for one aspect, which was incredibly wrong — as a craftsman, he habitually categorized the Fly King by functionality, yet the actual internal structure of the Fly King was not four layers, but... five layers!
Tracing from the Fly King to adult cats and juvenile cats, even the spirits awaiting hatching, this order is indeed correct, but he instinctively overlooked what he deed useless 'defective products'!
——Those unhatched failures or self-decaying fragnts and residues of Spiritual Wisdom!
If included in the Fly King's total count, it's enough to occupy more than a third, and they continue to be produced as the Fly King develops.
Like waste products.
But in reality, where are true waste products?
For Ji Jue, these so-called waste products are even more useful in the short term than the 'regular products' indeed!
One must know, even fragnts and remnants of Spiritual Wisdom are still part of the Fly King's total composition, even if it's uncontrollable, but their life and destruction remain within perception.
This is why they possess processing value.
At this mont, on the assembly line, what awaits procedures is not so high-tech equipnt or weapons, but parts and handicrafts produced by nurous factories on the outskirts of New Spring, to refurbished second-hand goods like pistols and submachine guns, and even cheaply recycled old clothes and books...
Tiny sparkles of light, so faint they almost don't exist, fell into them under the guidance of Fluid Alchemy and soon disappeared, hidden away.
The residual spirits and fragnts attached to them are so negligible, they are difficult to detect, just like ordinary grievances and stubborn entanglents and infections, infected by the 'Spirit Plague'.
Soon, under the transport and delivery of nurous chanical cats, these disgustingly cheap handicrafts, bullets, parts were mixed into other ordinary parts and goods.
Inconspicuous.
With Coastal Industry's ever-present logistics throughput, those miscellaneous goods will hitch rides on various vehicles, sending them to every dock in Hai Province.
Within a minimum of six hours and a maximum of seven days, these goods will be collectively packed, stuffed into containers, then sent via smuggling or normal trade routes, heading to the Federation, Thousand Islands, and even the Empire!
And the vast majority, shipped to Central Earth, it's foreseeable they'll soon circulate in a massive low-end market.
Those cheap handicrafts quickly appearing on diverse stalls and markets, perhaps caught by an eye-catching housewife, and after so haggling, brought ho. Fluff-filled cheap stuffed toys and threadbare dolls would end up in children's hands. Those outdated old clothes, after washing, perhaps with a Federation brand label, will hang in stores, waiting for pedestrians to make a choice.
A myriad of second-hand parts will be gradually replaced through wholesalers, appearing in countless repair shops, being installed into vehicle radios, brakes, or steering wheels, or old generators, water pumps, and even various makeshift firearms...
In this routine circulation, the invisible and formless Fly King's Plague also spreads gradually.
Like water's duckweed, they drift along the waves, heading wherever the wind takes them.
Throughout this process, the entangled strand of residual spirit causes no symptoms, has no transmissibility, nor reveals any abnormalities.
No adverse outcos refused.
Through Ji Jue's ticulous adjustnt and concoction, their only purpose is to wither and self-annihilate quickly upon encountering any suspected 'Wolf' scent.
Leaving no trace.
In fact, the spiritual essence of wolves naturally has more erosive and suppressive power, simply happening naturally, attract no attention at all.
No information will be relayed.
Ultimately, this minuscule withering will remain in matter, air, even soil, leaving a faint unnoticed color until perceived by other constructs also belonging to the Fly King nearby.
Indeed, misjudgnts and errors are inevitable, but through cross-verification, clues difficult to find in the past can still be discovered.
The seventh deploynt and sowing are nearing completion.
Another invisible sparse netting overlays the achievents of the past six tis.
Perhaps, in the short term, no feedback or aningful results will be received, but it's okay, Ji Jue is patient enough to wait slowly.
Even if it takes day by day, year by year.
The Fly King's Plague has already arrived, quietly spreading amidst chaos and upheaval, awaiting the mont the wolves in hiding react to the rustling wind...
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